On Thursday night, under a moon that was not actually full, the McBrides and supporters (loved ones, friends, fellow students, faculty, administrators) celebrated journeys that have been as winding and complicated as the labyrinth itself. I may be a senior, but this was my first time participating in this tradition. I was blown away by the show of support, from the reception before the actual event, to the party afterward.

At every turn in the labyrinth, there were readers with quotes and a script about our academic and non-academic lives, before, during, and after Bryn Mawr College. Some of it was not really applicable to me, now that I’ve reached the end of my BMC adventure, but other parts were overwhelming. Of course, the McBride readers were the most intense- I wept as soon as I saw Miranda and Dawn- and again when we got back to them the second time. (Whoops.)

Like every Bryn Mawr tradition, it’s difficult to describe the magic to a person who hasn’t witnessed it. There were lanterns, there was fire, people cried, and it was beautiful. For the rest, I’m including a few pictures of the reception- and when the pictures of the event come out, I’ll post those here too. I promise I won’t self-censor; you, dear reader, will see all of my Claire Danes ugly crying, and you will respect me anyway. After all, isn’t that what traditions really boil down to?